Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Dark side.

The dark side of my soul is sleeping. When he sleeps, I am free to be myself, and when I look in the mirror, I realize how much I wish I wasn't free. Ever again.
Keep me bound, darker self, won't you?
I miss the chains already.

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